Van Helsing had arrived in Paris last night and had been looking for signs that would lead him to the werewolves hunting place, earlier in the afternoon he had found it. It was in a cemetery and now as it was close to midnight, he was walking around waiting. He took out his Colt and began loading the silver bullets in. He heard a rustling behind a crypt and crept silently toward it. He heard grunting and whipped around his colt pointing at the figure.
"Ahh, Don't Shoot!" It was the gravedigger, Van Helsing lowered the gun. Looking at the gravedigger suspiciously, he asked.
"What are you doing out here so late, aren't you worried about the thing that is killing off people here?" The gravedigger rolled his eyes, raised his shovel and impaled the earth hard with it.
"Well, since I am just a gravedigger he doesn't really care to pay me any mind; its not like I can do anything to hurt him, I'm just the one who has to clean up after him, as you can see I've already started digging who just happens to die tonight." As if one queue a piercing scream rang through the night, it was not far from where he was standing. Van Helsing charged toward the scream that had stopped so suddenly he presumed that her vocal chords had been ripped out. He came upon a woman about in her late thirties with her throat ripped out, as he had suspected. She had been completely mutilated in that short amount of time. He stood silently for a moment since the body was fresh that would obviously mean that the wolf was still nearby.
As if it had read his mind, he heard the sound of paws pounding against the cold hard ground and a snarl shredded the silence. He whirled around to confront a large beast with drool tinted with blood dripping from its mouth, its eyes were a greenish yellow color which could only mean that the bloodlust had already completely ripped away from his humanity. He whipped out his colt, when the wolf lunged and fired three shots into its skull, being sure to avoid the beast's massive jaws. Even though the werewolf would have been dead if it had sunk its venomous fangs into a man, the man would still turn. He sighed as he looked down at the man that had once been a beast, he didn't always like to kill, sometimes he didn't mind the thrill of it. But with everything he's ever killed that had once been human he felt as though a little piece of the beast he had killed gets put into himself.
The sounds of people coming into the graveyard made him move swiftly. He walked out onto a quiet street and saddled up his horse. He could not afford to be caught, because if he wasn't out there killing off evil. Who else would?
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Black Rain
ParanormalRaven is part of the Paranormal Research Society, and they were attacked. Raven goes through a portal still into its testing phases and gets teleported to Rome 1845, where she meets none other than the great hunter himself, who was written in the h...
